Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room,
he won't tell you his plan
He's got a roadster gun
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
Found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet In the box of fun things I don't even know
what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming
for you And all the other kids with the pump-tuck
kicks Better run, better run, I'll run my gun
All the other kids with the pump-tuck kicks Better run,
better run,
faster than my bullet
And all the other kids with the pump-tuck kicks Better run,
better run,
I'll run my gun
All the other kids with the pump-tuck kicks Better run,
better run,
faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day He'll be coming home later,
he's coming home later
Bringing me a surprise Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed
in our eyes I've waited for a long time
Yeah the slide of my hands Now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my
cigarette
And say your hair's on fire, must've lost
your wits Yeah,
all the other kids with the pump-tuck
kicks Better run, better run,
faster than my bullet
And all the other kids with the pump-tuck kicks Better run,
better run,
faster than
the kids with the phone.
So kicks better on better.
The
other kids with the phone.
So
kicks better on better.
Faster than my bully.
Yeah.
Better.
Better.
Yeah.
Yeah.
The kids with the phone.
So kicks better on better.
How good the other kids with the phone.
So kicks you better on better.
Faster than my bully.